In ancient times, when the power lay in a crown, while the good defense was represented by high and thick walls, while the houses were defended by knights, and the knights paid by the king, there was a small story.
   In the evening, as the stars began to sneak in the back of the emperor Sun going to rest; while the peasants went home from work, their eyes sparkling with joy; as women began to bathe and perfume, many knights, almost all of them, were happy. Where are they? At the jail! Where all thoughts, worries and unhappiness disappeared drowned in alcohol; where the friendly reps are honest; where the being slips into oblivion and the lover acquires more chosen forms. Some knights were there with their entire existence, others only with their bodies, but all seemed to be happy. But as they indulged in the deceitful happiness of alcohol, others indulged in the permanent sadness of their thoughts. These "different" are rejected, thrown out of all groups. Rejection, loneliness, pain first poison their heart, and then, after they become suffocated by their own feelings, they dig up to the brain, causing them to enter into a deplorable state.
   In such a state there was also a handsome knight. He waited every night on a log near a small pond in the forest, staring at the dreamer. "Why do the stars hide from the Sun Lord?" He thought. His blond mane flung over his shoulders, his sea-colored eyes descending into the pond without seeing his water, his handsome face was nowhere to be seen and his body was nowhere to be seen. he was slightly bent, in a meditative style. Although he was sitting on that log, near that pond, surrounded by trees, he was not really in the woods. He was not even sure where his mind was lost. His eyes. ”With a blurred look, drowned in his memories, he looked at a boulder, sighing.
   -Off, how happy can you be, dear boulder? Stay all day in one place without doing something, without feeling anything! If someone comforts you, you don't feel it, if someone hits you it doesn't hurt. Is your only fear in the hammer and pickaxe metal? Do you want to be human? Would you like to exchange with me? Would you like me to take all my thoughts, feelings, feelings, and give me all your niece? Say, hello boulder, would you?
   The knight was so lost in his own thoughts that he did not even notice the black shadow lurking behind him, a little farther away, hidden by trees and bushes. That was until, by a small accident, the shadow hit the bushes and stepped on dry twigs.
   Immediately the knight of the salt that burned from the rotten log, drew his sword again and in an authoritative voice shouted:
   -Who's there?
   The only one who answered her back was the wind. Then he had the sensation that he could hear whispered laughter in the wind.
   -Who's there? Stop joking with me and show yourself, you box!
  A black figure emerges from the hiding place of the forest and shows himself with his whole body in front of the blond knight. She was a girl! He had black hair, chestnut-like eyes, rosy lips, attractive face, virgin face, slender body with delicate and agile hands and supple and beautiful legs. She was dressed like a hangioic.
   - Excuse me ... I'm sorry ... I disturbed you. Had his face turned white as salt, afraid it would have been?
   -Is OK. However, once again you don't sneak around someone's back, you can do serious things.
   He drew his sword back into his sheath and rested himself on the log, completely losing his mind. By the time he got back, the sun had already been lost in the mountains, and the stars and moon began to reign over night. He got up from the log with the thought that he had to go back to his room, to that room that gave him solitude. However, when...